[ There's a really intelligent thing that Steve's about to say. It's right there on the tip of his tongue, ready to hand Billy his ass and get him out of here with his tail between his legs.
Except his mouth goes dry. He needs to look at literally anything other than Billy right now. Somehow, he finds the strength to lean back to his side of the counter, pulling the scoop out of his pocket (twirling it, because he had practiced for hours and how it's second nature) and reaching for a cone.]
Christ, Hargrove, fine. What flavor is it you're after? [ Feed him, send him and his fucking inability to wear shirts like a normal human being on his way. Life back to the regular amount of humiliation. It's a plan. ]
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Except his mouth goes dry. He needs to look at literally anything other than Billy right now. Somehow, he finds the strength to lean back to his side of the counter, pulling the scoop out of his pocket (twirling it, because he had practiced for hours and how it's second nature) and reaching for a cone.]
Christ, Hargrove, fine. What flavor is it you're after? [ Feed him, send him and his fucking inability to wear shirts like a normal human being on his way. Life back to the regular amount of humiliation. It's a plan. ]